Twisted Tides (Forged Hearts #2)

Chapter Three

JAMESON

“Story of My Life” by Social Distortion

I arrive at my place exhausted. I toe off my shoes and throw my keys in a dish, then strip down out of my clothes as I move into the bedroom and throw them in the hamper. I look at the rumpled sheets of the unmade bed, wondering what she is doing now, remembering how she felt on top of me, commanding my every move and the thrill that ran through me as her sharp, pointy nails scratched down my chest.

I grab my cock and tug. A moan leaves my lips, and I hang my head down. That moment months ago got me through my ups and downs of not being with her, but now she is here, and there is no more hiding.

I enter the bathroom, let the steamy water billow across it, and step into the hot spray of the showerheads, shooting water at me from different angles. I lean against the shower tiles and lift my head up to let the spray of water hit my face as I gather it in my mouth and spit it out in front of me.

I think of Evie as she dripped whiskey into my mouth and claimed me in a soul-searing kiss. The darkness surrounded us, and the only thing visible from her mask was her jade-green eyes, similar to her sister’s. How did I not see it before? Her eyes weren’t as vibrant as her sister’s though. Where Emma’s eyes are an emerald green, Evie’s have a slight circle of yellow around her pupil, giving off a feline appearance. I researched it. It’s called central heterochromia. I want to know every little detail about her, down to her complex eye color.

The attraction I felt for Emma was nothing compared to my need for her sister. A need that I had to fill with my cock over and over. The feel of her wet heat saturating my dick and the feel of her mouth wrapping and sucking me so hard I had to hold on to the headboard.

I rub shampoo through my hair, facing away from the jets to wash it out, and then soap up my body. When I get to my cock, I stroke it and think of her hands. The way she would withhold my orgasm over and over, edging me to the point I thought I would stop breathing. The need for release was all I could think about. The need to come so strong that I would do anything she said just to find the release I crave. That I need .

I start to stroke my cock faster and twist it at the head, rubbing my thumb over the slit where the tip is already leaking. I pick up the momentum. My hand, slick with soap and water, provides lubrication, enabling quicker movements.

My breathing picks up, and I envision her eyes and lips curling up on one side, knowing what she is doing to me, how she drives me out of control, and how she is the only one I could ever want. She is the only one I could ever need.

My head falls back in a roar as my orgasm hits, and I shoot ropes of cum as I pump my cock, until I lower my head and my breathing slows.

I shake my head, flicking drops of water away from rolling into my eyes, and rinse the remaining soap and cum from my body and shower wall. The next time I do this in here, it will be me filling Evie with my cum. No more masks, no more secrets.

I shut the water off and towel off. I hang the towel on the hook on the back of the bathroom door then step out and pull some boxers and a T-shirt from the dresser to sleep in. I pull back the disheveled comforter and climb into my bed, inhaling the smell of our last time together still stuck in the sheets and fall into a deep sleep.

I hear a ding from my phone and blink the sleep from my eyes. I move around in bed and stretch over to my bedside table for my phone, seeing that I do, in fact, have a message. I click it and see that it’s Eve. I sit up straighter in bed, not fully awake, and open it.

Evie

Hey. We are all meeting at Eduardo and Emma’s place to talk.

I hope you can be there.

I see another message sent just a few minutes after as if second-guessing herself.

Evie

If not, it’s cool…

I smile when she lays it out and leaves the ball in my court.

I jump out of bed and quickly dress, checking the time on my phone—six o’clock. It’s the perfect time to hit evening traffic. Luckily, I don’t have far to go.

I throw some product in my hair to tame the way it shoots in all directions and brush my teeth before heading out to see my girl.

At their place, I park in the guest area and lock my car door as I run up the steps. The concierge greets me as I pass through the door.

“Hi, Miguel,” I greet the middle-aged man as I walk in, having been here many times over the years.

Eduardo and I have been friends since college. He was one of my frat brothers, and I even thought about hooking up with his fiancée before she was his, but there was really never going to be an us. They have their second chance, and I have… well, I have the girl I was always meant to be with—Emma’s twin sister, Evie.

I wonder if the feelings and protectiveness I had for her sister had anything to do with the fact that I felt an immediate connection to Eve—or Evie, as I found out recently. That night we met was the best sex of my life, and the connection we had was so strong. I knew then that I would do anything to make that girl mine.

I take the back elevator that leads to their floor and punch in the code. Seconds later, the doors open, and I step out into the hallway that houses only a few apartments in this high-rise. I rap my knuckles on the door and hear someone coming to answer. Emma answers the door, and I look down at her.

“Jameson?” she asks.

“Hey, Emma.” She opens the door, and I step through.

“What are you?—”

“I invited him over, Emma,” Evie cuts her off. “I thought he should be here when we explain the story from the beginning. Everyone we need to tell should be present so we can do it all at once. It is a lot to take in.”

She scrunches her nose up in confusion, looking between us. Evie walks over to me, places her arm around my head, and brings it down to hers for a kiss. She plunges her tongue into my mouth forcefully, taking me by surprise at her blatant display of PDA, and quickly releases me before I try to deepen the kiss, but not before biting on my lip and retreating.

I lick my lips, tasting the coppery metallic blood that is beading on my lower lip. I wipe it away as she grabs my hand and leads me over to the sound of other voices coming from the kitchen.

“Okay then,” I hear Emma say as the sound of the front door closes behind me. A low giggle is cut short when Evie looks back at her with a wicked gleam in her eye.

We walk into the kitchen, and she is still holding my hand when I see her brother, Eduardo, along with Philip and Eli, gathered around the kitchen island. Eduardo’s eyebrows rise at the sight of Evie holding my hand as I stand beside her. I hold his stare and shrug my shoulders. A smile forms on his face as he looks behind me to where Emma is returning to the kitchen.

“Do you guys want anything to drink?” she asks as she waltzes in, and I notice her shorts riding up one side of her butt cheek.

I turn away quickly and focus my attention on Evie.

She has already noticed and is looking at me intently, her grip tightening on my hand. Maybe she could sense I was about to let go, but she misread my intention because I just wanted to pull her in front of me. Instead, I give her a side smile and move her over to sit on one of the barstools.

I look over at Eduardo and nudge my chin over to where Emma is now stretching upward to grab some glasses from the cupboard. Eli is looking over at her, pretending not to look, but it’s obvious he is. Eduardo looks at Eli and then turns around to see Emma’s shorts rise even farther as she arches on tiptoes, twisting a bit to grab the glass.

“What the fuck, babe?” Eduardo gets up from his seat quickly and places himself over her back. As he whispers something in her ear, he grabs the glasses for her, places them on the counter, and pushes Emma toward their bedroom. “Excuse us. We’ll be right back.” He all but pushes her down the hall, and we see them disappear around the corner, but not before we hear him growl and Emma giggle as the door shuts abruptly with a bang.

Mateo scoffs, and I can’t help but laugh aloud, especially when we hear a banging sound coming from down the hall a few minutes later. The rhythmic sound tells us what is happening behind their closed bedroom door.

“Okay, then.” Evie shoots out of the chair to play some music. Mateo wipes his hand across his face as if the thought of his sister getting railed in the next room is something he’d like to scrub from his memory.

“Anyone want a drink?”

I look up at Evie speaking and nod.

“Anyone else? I think this calls for some tequila shots.”

“I’ll get the limes and salimón,” I announce and head toward the refrigerator.

I cut some limes into miniature wedges, and Evie grabs the bottle of Don Julio 1942, setting it and several glasses around the kitchen island. We each have our glasses ready to go, and Evie clears her throat. I pour some chilé on my hand between my thumb and index finger, prepared to taste and toss back this liquor.

“To getting our revenge,” Mateo announces.

We all chant after him in unison, clink our glasses, and take the shots. I grab my lime and suck on it when I catch Evie staring intently at me. I wonder if she is thinking of me sucking on her clit until she drenches me in her juices.

She licks the salt hanging on her bottom lip, and I feel my cock jerk in my pants. I attempt to discreetly rearrange my cock, and it pushes tight against my pants, but it doesn’t escape Evie. She moves to sit back on the barstool in front of me, and I stand at her back with my hard-on pressing into her.

A minute later, Emma comes into the room, face flushed, wearing leggings and a hoodie. She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, and Eduardo walks in, sweat trickling from his brow—no one comments.

Evie speaks up first. “Hey, Em, want a shot? We took some tequila shots while Eduardo was taking his shot.”

I snort, and the guys try to suppress the laughter at Emma’s expense.

Emma’s face reddens.

“Fuck off, Evie,” Eduardo playfully remarks.

“We’ll both take a shot with everyone, and then we need you to tell us the whole story.” This effectively ends the drama that would have surely ensued between the sisters.

I pull my girl back to hold her, letting her know I am here for her and not going anywhere.

We line the shots up again, and Evie makes another toast. “To all the twisted lies coming to light.”

We down the shots and throw our discarded limes on the plate before us. I intertwine my hand with hers and wait for her to tell me the truth.